It's probably my fault, regaling Felix with the tale of the charming scarlet macaw I met at a coffee shop in Denver. He was sitting at an outdoor cafe table, with a sunflower hull stuck to his chin, gazing sideways up at Daisy and me. I only learned a little bit about him (favorite movie? The documentary "Wild Parrots of Telegraph Hill"), but I did get to see him ride home on the handlebars of his owner's bike.
Felix has been thinking and reading of nothing but parrots since then. And then today--a trip to the city with the Composer, with *all* his money in a canning jar, and probably a little of Clara's too, since she is generous with him, and they brought home Henry, a beautiful powder-gray cockatiel.
Felix has been studying up on the most approved methods of raising small parrots (my favorite library book title: My Parrot, My Friend: An Owner's Guide to Parrot Behavior), and is good to go. I'm sure Henry will be sitting for a portrait or two tomorrow, so check back!
What an adventure! You will love it, I'm sure. The "only" bad thing about birds is the mess on the floor under the cage. May I suggest you make an upside-down shower cap of tulle to catch the "fallout?"
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